CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
point of view | yasmine alaoui
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"you asked him to homecoming?" valeria asked with her jaw hanging open.
i smiled and nodded at her. she shut her jaw and the bus jerked forward taking us out of the bus port.
"why are you shocked?" i questioned eyeing her.
"she could be so weird and DRAMATIC at times." i noted laughing to myself.
"i mean yasmine alaoui asked out a BOY to homecoming," she stated as if to put it into the universe in case i was lying, "MY BEST FRIEND ASKED A BOY TO A DANCE?"
i thinned my lips to a line and flared my nostrils for a moment, "im offended you think so lowly of me."
"i mean this is a miracle!" she cried fanning her face, "i might shed a tear!"
i giggled, "he thought i was joking at first. he didnt believe me."
"i mean with yo fine ass i'd second guess too." she winked at me after stating her sentence.
i smiled and flipped my curls of hair with my hand.
"hehehe," i laughed, "nah. but i am excited."
"GUYS!" valeria yelled and a few seniors on our bus turned to look at her, "yasmine has a date to hoco!"
most of them turned around with no reaction while one dude pouted his lip SURPRISED. THE AUDACITY! as if he doesnt have a glacier of skin sitting on his face for a forehead!
"did i have a bad rep? " i scoffed to myself.
"lovely to see such compassionate classmates among our class of seniors." i commented blandly.
valeria snorted, "such enthusiastic behavior. such a blessing to be a bus filled with emotion and love!"
"so true, so true." i added with a shake of my head.
"no but are you getting a dress?" she asked me, "i know you arent the dress type."
"pfft!" i scoffed, "i DO have a dress."
"you already had plans?" she asked me with a raised brow.
"i mean i told my mom i was going with zayne." i sighed quietly.
she cooed wiggling her fingers, "someone is confident."
i parted my lips to argue but didnt, "i am."
"as you should be," she stated with a wink, then proceeded to ask, "what color?"
"red." i answered.
"oooo," she fawned, "you do look good in red."
i smiled thinking back to zaynes words.
"God, he was something else sometimes." i thought dreamily.
"are you going to homecoming?" i asked her and she smiled.
"yes of course!" she said excitedly, "i have to see you there! you're gonna look ... zwina!"
( translation : beautiful )
i laughed loudly at her oddly good attempt at moroccan arabic.
"yessir!" i cried and we shared a good laugh before someones voice ruined the vibe.
"can you guys shut up?" a voice further ahead asked.
"who?" i asked confused.
he looked over the seat, "yo-"
